moved

max is now on my multi.

[tekhne]

                                ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ   ʏᴏᴜ   ʟɪᴋᴇ   ᴛᴏ   ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ﹖                                              ｙｅｓ  /   ｎｏ

[tekhne]

                                ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ   ʏᴏᴜ   ʟɪᴋᴇ   ᴛᴏ   ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ﹖                                              ｙｅｓ  /   ｎｏ

[deavuota]

hello  nerds  ! in  a  mostly  unsurprising  turn  of  events,  i’ve  decided  to  move  max  back  to  MY  MULTI  ------i  won’t  be  dropping  any  threads,  and  i  will  be  slowly  moving  all  of  my  lore/hc  posts  over  there  as  well,   but  for  now  i’m  going  to  spend  the  day  sort  of  reorganizing  things  to  make  room  for  her  c:

[prahdas]

by zoeygrossman

[marlenawysocka-deactivated20241]

[deavuota]

bokketo​   //   florence  tiburon

     “Sounds like sabotage, I know.” Florence mutters under her breath, but doesn’t interject more than that. She’s aware that these things happen, and she’s even more aware that the damage may actually be coming from someone who has infiltrated their side of the war effort. She can quietly suggest things to people, but she knows that most of them won’t take kindly to demands of any sort. So she’s stuck doing paperwork and being frustrated by not being able to meet the needs of the wounded.

     Max’s amusement distracts her from it — she’s grateful, she does not want to think about work right now — and she can’t help but roll her eyes. “Are you kidding me? You’ve seen what he’s like. What, do I not have standards? Goddess knows I could use a roll in the hay once in a while, but not with him.” Suddenly she looks around furtively, double checking that he’s not listening. “Besides,” she says, leaning in and whispering, “I heard he’s got nothing to show for all that talk anyway. I’m definitely not going to find out for anyone though.”

IT’S  TOO  MUCH  TO  HOPE   that anyone would look too seriously into the issue of the missing supplies,  and even more unlikely that either of them would have any pull in that regard.  max being given any position here had been like pulling teeth in the first place,  and as valuable as florence is to the efforts,  everyone is so preoccupied with what’s happening on the front lines,  that max doubts it’s high priority  ( even if she believes it should be ).

hands come up in mock surrender,  but she can’t help the laughter that bubbles up with them.   

          ❝  i’m  so  sorry,  ❞     tears prick the corners of her eyes but they’re borne of mirth.    ❝  people  have  strange  tastes  sometimes,  you  know.  ❞     it takes some effort to stop laughing long enough to flick her eyes toward a couple in a back booth of the bar.  a soldier as scrawny as they come sitting with a warrior woman who could probably lift him with her little finger.  max shrugs.   ❝  but  you  have  to  tell  me  who  you  heard  that  from   ---   not  that  i’m  shocked.  ❞    because it’s always the ones who speak with such arrogance that have no way to back it up.

[ninble]

[deavuota]

feardrawn​

𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍    ,  every  ounce  of  his  being  ,  the  very  aura  that  had  been  forged  to  keep  people  away  from  him  now  seemingly  cracked  down  the  center  .  what  spills  out  is  nothing  more  than  a  heavy  sigh  ,  a  step  back  and  while  it  is  not  out  of  self  defense  there  is  a  sharp  gaze  carrying  through  his  eyes  in  warning  .

❛        i  wouldn’t  expect  you  to  understand        ❜    the  words  are  pointed  ,  a  knife  met  through  the  air  but  his  expression  softens  along  with  a  breath  taken  in  slowly  ,  a  hand  brushing  across  his  face  .  the  truth  is  ,  there  is  far  more  to  living  beyond  being  some  sort  of  hero  ,  to  save  the  world  and  all  that  takes  hold  of  it  and  taemin  is  not  one  of  those  things  ,  in  fact  -  he’s  meant  to  destroy  it  .  ❛    just  because  i  have  the  power  to  change  things  doesn’t  mean  i  have  the  ability  ,  these  things  you  have  ,  these  wishes  —  all  you  will  end  up  doing  is  attempting  to  drag  us  all  down  the  unknown  path  and  while  you  may  think  it  is  best  for  everyone  ,  i  can  promise  you  one  thing  … ❜      a  pause  now  ,  his  tongue  drags  across  the  front  of  his  teeth  as  if  in  protest  of  his  own  words  ,  ❛      if  i  have  any  involvement  ,  any  at  all  ?  the  pretty  world  you  wish  to  start  where  there  is  no  war  or  freedom  will  be  dropped  into  chaos    .  i’m  not  saying  i  enjoy  the  way  things  are  –  but  at  least  people  are  alive   ❜

IT’S  NOT  THE  FIRST  TIME  SHE’S  HEARD  THAT      ------and  max  doubts  it’ll  be  the  last.      she’s  had  her  share  of  being  underestimated,    taken  for  granted,    assumed  to  be  less  than.    so  of  course  it  comes  down  to  a  lack  of  understanding  on  her  part  rather  than  persistent  stubbornness  on  his.    she  rolls  her  eyes.

                    ❝    so  those  are  the  only  two  options  ?    ❞      her  voice  is  hushed,    barely  a  whisper,    but  it  still  carries  with  it  an  edge  of  desperation.      ❝    remain  under  the  control  of  men  who  fear  what  they  don’t  understand      ------or  die  ?    ❞        even  as  she  speaks  the  words,    dubious  of  their  truth,    max  can  feel  the  hope  that  had  begun  this  exchange  starting  to  fade.    she’d  thought  this  was  the  answer      ---      that  he  was  the  answer      ---    of  course  it  couldn’t  possibly  be  that  simple.    maybe  she  is  less  than  after  all.    less  than  what  is  needed  to  incite  change,    at  the  very  least.    deflated,    with  the  way  he  softens  doing  nothing  to  quell  her  dismay,    max  looks  away,    almost  talking  to  herself  now.      ❝    they  can’t  be,    i  have  to  be  missing  something.    ❞

[insporp]

©

[deavuota]

theystars  //  quillen  arias​

the change in emotion is sensed, quillen respects it and allows max to feel whatever it is she must feel   …   there will be absolutely no judgement of any type of display, they get judged enough already for other things. whatever the world can throw at them.

❛❛   we inherit the strangest things from our parents and ancestors. i could use a good stew right now. or anything, really. i’m starving.   ❜❜          she rolls flat on her back, hazel eyes staring straight up above them. the woman is up, no sleep on her horizon. even if she were to close her eyes, her mind would race beyond the sky and fracture into a hundred different thoughts.

❛❛   max. your family? what happened to them? do you know?   ❜❜

THAT  IS  THE  QUESTION,    ISN’T  IT?      what  happened  to  her  parents?    what  happened  to  the  people  who  raised  her?    why  is  max  out  here  all  alone?    the  truth  is,    she  has  more  questions  than  answers,    and  it  leaves  a  sour  taste  in  her  mouth.  

                    ❝    my  parents  died  when  i  was  a  kid.    ❞      this  part  is  easy      ---      a  line  she’s  rehearsed  over  and  over  again  throughout  her  life.    max  wonders  if  she  even  really  misses  them  the  way  she’s  supposed  to  at  this  point,    or  if  it’s  all  autopilot.      ❝    i  was  raised  by  my  godparents.    ❞      they’d  never  been  given  such  a  title,    but  it’s  close  enough  to  the  truth.    a  weary  sigh  as  she  mimics  quillen’s  movements,    back  to  the  bed,    eyes  skyward.      ❝    harold,    he  got  sick  a  few  years  back.    something  to  do  with  his  time  as  a  soldier.    i  don’t  really  know  the  details  of  it.    ❞      alice  had  been  in  mourning,    and  as  much  as  max  feels  guilty  for  leaving  her,    the  older  woman  had  encouraged  her  departure.      ❝    it  was  like    ---    like  every  inch  of  that  place  reminded  me  of  loss,    you  know  ?    ❞      there’s  a  quiet  laugh,    though  it’s  flat  in  tone.      ❝    i  had  to  get  out.    ❞

[midnight-3r]

[deavuota]

aughust   //   hayley  marshall

it   was   like   whiplash.         going   from   living   her   normal,      albeit   shitty,      human   life   to   being   a   creature   of   the   night.         slowly   learning         [      the   pace   wouldn’t   have   made   a   difference   in   the   resulting   shock.      ]         that   not   only   are   you   something   that   is   used   at   slumber   parties   for   scary   stories   at   the   campfire,      but   there   are   more   things   out   there.         things   that   shouldn’t   exist.

even   now,      years   of   treading   the   world   with   unwanted   knowledge   of   the   supernatural   existence,      there   are   things   that   she   doesn’t   have   the   answers   to.         in   a   world   where   fictional   myths   are   embodied   as   reality      ──      can   you   ever   truly   know   anything?            ❝      max,      i   want   to   help   you.      ❞            an   honest   statement   made   with   sincere   sympathy.         a   gentle   hand   reaches   to   rest   on   her   shoulder,      a   concerned   smile   tugging   at   the   corners   of   her   lips.            ❝      we’re   going   to   figure   this   out.      ❞

I  WANT  TO  HELP  YOU.      it  sounds  like  a  lifeline,    and  there  have  been  far  too  few  of  those  thrown  around  these  days.    her  thoughts  keep  finding  their  way  back  to  harold  and  alice,    wondering  if  they’d  known    ---    if  they’d  had  any  idea  what  she  was  back  then,    if  someone  could  have  given  her  some  warning  about  what  was  to  come.

too  late  now.    she’s  already  feeling  this  change  inside  of  her,    and  max  has  had  no  preparation  whatsoever.

                    ❝    do  you  know  what  it  is,    what’s    ---    ❞        she  bites  her  tongue  before  the  rest  of  the  sentence  comes  out.    what’s  wrong  with  me,    she’d  been  about  to  say.    but  it  feels  like  the  wrong  thing,    especially  in  front  of  hayley,    especially  in  front  of  someone  else  different  than  the  norm.      ❝    do  you  know  what’s  causing  this  ?    or    ---      i  dunno    ---    who  we  could  ask  ?    ❞        because  someone  has  to  know,    right?    someone  out  there  must  have  information  on  exactly  what’s  going  on  with  her.    max’s  voice  is  quieter  when  she  speaks  again,    as  if  someone  might  overhear.        ❝    do  you  know  who  we  can  trust  ?    ❞

[expressions-of-nature]

by Maria Vojtovicova

[tekhne]

if you're not aware, the cinematic masterpiece labyrinth is celebrating its 35th anniversary ( yikes ) and select theaters are showing it this week. making me super proud, that's what my kid asked to do for their birthday sooooo that's what i'm doing tonight. i know you're jealous.

[gossipcelebs]

I keep thinking about this wonderful photo shoot by Zoe Kravitz

[scavengememes]

a court of mist and fury sentence starters

“i fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us.”

“when you spend so long trapped in the darkness, you find the darkness begins to stare back.”

“there are good days and hard days for me—even now. don’t let the hard days win.”

“if you were going to die, i was going to die with you.”

“you’re a real bastard, you know that?”

“there are different kinds of darkness. there is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. there is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. it becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. it is not wholly bad or good.”

“i’m thinking… i’m thinking i was a lonely, helpless person, and i might have fallen in love with the first thing to show me a hint of kindness and safety.”

“i am broken, and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you.”

“i would have torn apart the world to get you back.”

“i’m thinking that i look at you and feel like i’m dying. like i can’t breathe. i’m thinking that i want you so badly i can’t concentrate half the time i’m around you, and this room is too small for me to properly bed you.”

“i hope they all burn in hell.”

“the issue isn’t whether they loved you, it’s how much. too much. love can be a poison.”

“many atrocities have been done in the name of the greater good.”

“did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”

“you gave up on me. you were my friend.”

“life is better when you’re around. and look how lovely your handwriting is.”

“i know you—more than you realize, i think—and i don’t believe for one damn minute that you’re remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on their ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on their ass while you were shredded apart—”

“come on. we don’t bite. unless you ask us to.”

“but i couldn’t… i couldn’t stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. i still can’t stay away.”

“i’d much rather you licked my wounds for me.”

“you decide your fate—your choices. not me.”

“i’m surprised there aren’t more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much.”

“i heard you begging for someone, anyone, to get you out. i heard you say no.”

“i will kill anyone who harms you. i will kill them, and take a damn long time doing it. go ahead. hate me—despise me for it.”

[voidbeings-a-deactivated2026042]

𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. an  𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲 written by bird.

promo credit @leasrph